I lock the door, turn all the water on
And bury that sound, so no one hear anything anymore
Mirror lie to me, tell me you can see
Maybe you won’t be able to recognise me now
I know you can feel all the things you steal and you’re taking it.
Did it ever occur to you that the music you’re listening to now you’ll hear again in 30 years on some oldies station in the car with your kid and you’ll remember listening to your favorite band on your old computer in your old bedroom wondering how one band could change your life like this one has and then you’ll finally understand why your parents only listened to the oldies when you were a kid.
Reblog if you’ve ever listened to music or if you are a serial killer
good luck figuring out which one
when you see people front row of concert and theyre not even singing or dancing along
what are you doing there
I just. I love them.
Have another transparent Josh :)
(Again, looks better on anything that’s not a white background .-.)
GO ACOUSTIC: Marianas Trench - “Celebrity Status”
whERE HaS THIS BEEN aLL MY LIFE
creds to @jagkfr0ST
Look how low cut Matt and Mike’s dresses are. And how short Ian’s is. What fucking sluts
do u ever form emotional attachments to tabs u have had open for a long time
My tattoos and a little story :)
During FTM I met Josh and asked him to write out these lyrics. After much protest he did. I was only fresh in my recovery, not even a month clean. I chose those lyrics because when I was harming myself I was drowning in my depression; I was hiding from reality. I wasn’t facing anything. It took facing up to ‘the music’ in my darkest times when it was ‘dire’ to over come my demons. I have made promises to many people who are very important to me, vows that I will never go back on. I will ‘face the music when it’s dire’, because I can never let them, or myself, down again.
I have been a fan of Marianas Trench for 7 years now, and when I was a new fan I could never wrap my head around Josh’s past. As I found myself struggling with horribly similar demons he fought through; I found comfort. Over and over and over I listened to their albums, never once feeling alone. Meeting him was one of the best moments of my life.
I never want to come off preachy; putting some ink on my wrists didn’t cure me, neither did my favourite band. Finding help and baby steps are making a world of difference.
It may be cheesy, but I know in my heart I can never disfigure that mans writing. We both deserve better.